Today we are revealing the cover for TRANSCENDING DARKNESS by Airicka Phoenix. This is an adult, standalone novel that will be released July 27th.

TRANSCENDING DARKNESS BLURB:

One: Sign the contract.

Juliette Romero had a debt to pay, a debt that wasn’t even hers. But it was the only way to keep her family safe and all she had to do was sell her body and soul to the devil.

Killian McClary wasn’t called the Scarlet Wolf for nothing. He’d been the head of the McClary Organization since he was fifteen and had built a reputation for being a ruthless son of a bitch when it came to running the city’s underbelly, not to mention merciless when it came to punishing those who betray him. He didn’t believe in weaknesses. Only results. Juliette, with her shy smiles and hot little body was a weakness unlike any other and yet he was powerless to resist one more taste of her sweet flesh.

Two: Become his for a year.

When given the choice between her life or her body, what could Juliette possibly do, but submit to a man whose very name invoked fear in the hearts others? She just never anticipated falling for his dark, hungry eyes and clever hands, or the way the beast in him made her feel oddly safe and cherished.

But what will happen when Killian’s dark past finally catches up to him and threatens the woman he can no longer imagine himself without? What will happen when both sides find themselves caught in a web of passion, lies and broken promises? Can Juliette tame the wolf or will her love for him devour them both?

Three: Don’t fall in love.

Boundaries will be crossed, loyalties will be tested and lives will be changed forever.

AUTHOR INFORMATION:

BIO:

Airicka Phoenix is a romance junkie with an incurable addiction to chocolate. She is also a prolific author of several novels written for young adult and new adult romance addicts who love bad boys, hot kisses and a gritty plot. Airicka prides herself in producing quality material her readers can fall in love with again and again.

When she’s not hard at work bleeding words onto paper, Airicka can be found cuddling with her family, reading, watching TV shows, or just finding excuses not to do chores.

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*Contains strong language and sex so is not suitable for younger readers.

If you think this is just another Romantic Suspense—think again. Get ready for your paradigm to shift and be prepared to step into another world.

“Hello, my name is Kade Hart and I’m a drug addict.” Isn’t that what recovering addicts are supposed to say? Hell if I know. I’m not sure about anything anymore. Not since I met her. Juliette. She’s my game-changer.

I’ve lived on the streets, been in places no one ever wants to see, survived pure hell with the bastard who raised me. I thought I’d finally managed to put all that behind me, come to terms with who and what I am. Until she walked into my life. She’s running from the people who slaughtered her family, people who want her dead, too, and she makes me want to be the kind of man who can protect her, who can save her. But I’m not sure I’m that guy. I’m no one’s hero.

Or am I?

One day, on her way home from work as a sales manager, A. M. Hargrove, realized her life wason fast forward and if she didn’t do something soon, it would quickly be too late to write that workof fiction she had been dreaming of her whole life. So, she rolled down the passenger window ofher fabulous (not) company car and tossed out her leather briefcase. Luckily, the pedestrian in thedirect line of fire was a dodge ball pro and had über quick reflexes enabling him to avoid gettingbashed in the head. Feeling a tad guilty about the near miss, A. M. made a speedy turn down adeserted side street before tossing her crummy, outdated piece-of-you-know-what laptop out thewindow. She breathed a liberating sigh of relief, picked up her cell phone, called her boss, andquit her job. Grinning, she made another call to her hubs and told him of her new adventure (aftermaking sure his heart was beating properly again).

My car was loaded with all my belongings. It was sad to
leave my friends but wasn’t that a part of graduating from college?
Commencement had taken place two weeks before and we’d all decided to hang
around for an extra week. That expanded into two. My parents finally put their
feet firmly down and said it was time to head home and start job hunting. Then
we made a pact. We swore we’d text or call each other every single day and post
the worst pictures possible of ourselves on Facebook. After our laughs turned
into tears, we cried. I mean ugly cried. If that hadn’t been bad enough, I was
teary-eyed all the way home, too.

As part of my graduation gift, my parents promised to take
the family on a vacation. We were supposed to leave the following week for a
trip to the Caribbean. We’d been once before when I was a kid, but my little
sister didn’t remember. She and I were both excited because it had been ages
since we’d hung out together. We were three years apart and I adored her, so
this would be a special trip for us.

When I pulled in the driveway, I honked the horn. They knew
when to expect me because I texted them when I left my apartment. I thought it
was weird that no one came to the door. Some kind of homecoming, after all that
begging to get me back here. Instead of lugging my stuff inside, I decided to
enlist their help.

Barging in the front door, all smiles, I came to a
screeching halt. Furiously, I blinked to clear my vision. The scene that
greeted me could in no way be real. It wasn’t possible to process what I was
seeing. Was this some kind of a cruel joke? Was this a staged scene to make me
regret staying so long at school?

I squeezed my eyes shut, praying when I opened them again it
would all be gone, because I knew none of the above could be actual … concrete.
It had to be fictional. It was the scent of blood that clued me in … that
brought me out of my frozen state. I never knew what a distinct and pungent
odor blood had. And why would I? I had never been around such an enormous
quantity of it before. There were rivers and ponds of it, forming into pools as
it still trickled from the bodies of my mom, dad, and sister.

“Oh, God. Oh, God, oh, God.” I swallowed and then tried to
scream, but only a weird squeak emerged from my mouth. It was only when I
tasted my own blood that I realized my hand was clamped over my face so hard,
my teeth had gouged into my lips. My baby sister, Sylvie, was stripped naked
and lay slumped on her side, one arm bent across her stomach, the other
stretched out, palm open. My mom, my beloved mother, was facing my sister, both
arms reaching out to her as if she tried to get to Sylvie before she died. And
next to my mom was my dad, flat on his back, vacant eyes staring at the
ceiling.

“Noooo!” I finally screeched. There was so much blood
everywhere. I wanted to hug all of them, hold them in my arms, but all I could
do was stare at the gruesome scene in front of me. The thought never occurred
to me that whoever did this could still be in the house. Somewhere in the back
of my mind, I knew I should call 911, but the shock of seeing it all took every
bit of rationality away from me. My head involuntarily jerked between the three
of them, eventually settling on my dad. My shaky legs carried me as far as the
sofa until my hip slumped against it, and my butt slid to the floor.

I sat and stared at their faces for I don’t know how long.
They say right before you die, your life flashes through your mind. I don’t
know if that’s true, but as I sat there staring at my murdered family, memories
zoomed through my head—almost like a slide show on fast-forward of
photos from family events. It began when I was a young girl and ended at my
college graduation just a couple of weeks ago. My whole being vibrated with
agony, knowing those were the final memories I would have of them.

My entire family lay dead. Not just dead, but slaughtered,
each one dying their own heinous death. My dad’s neck was ripped apart, jagged
pieces of his flesh lying open. One arm was extended toward my mother, and the
index and middle fingers of that hand were missing. My mom’s neck was sliced
wide open from one side to the other, not jagged like my dad’s, but cleanly
slit, almost to the point of decapitation. Both of them had their legs split
open from their groins to their knees. The blood was still seeping through
their clothing, the mangled threads edged with their bloody tissue. But Sylvie
was the one that got to me the most. Her neck was bruised and slashed, just
like Mom’s. Only there were puncture wounds all over her body. Some were about
an inch wide where others were cylindrical shaped. Blood seeped from each of
them, running into lines creating zigzags of red all over her pale skin. I
couldn’t even allow myself to imagine what had made them. Worse yet, there was no
sight of her clothing anywhere. What kind of cruel people would have done such
a terrible thing to them? Was this a mob killing? Or some kind of gangland
initiation?

Even though they were the victims, I felt like my guts had
been sawed out right along with their souls. My belly heaved and I forced the
bile back down. The piercing pain that slashed my heart to shreds radiated
through me ceaselessly. I hugged myself in a stupid attempt to ease the pain,
but I should have known better. That would’ve been like putting a Band-Aid on
an amputation. And that’s exactly how I felt. Like someone had cut off my arms
and legs. For some reason I was unable to wrest my eyes away from the horror
movie I was seeing. It was hideous. Too final. Who could’ve done such a thing,
I kept asking myself. And why? My mind raced. Suddenly, my heart gave a massive
lurch and a surge of adrenaline coursed through me. Body tingling, a jolt of
panic instantly flooded my veins and I found it impossible to expand my lungs.
I crashed sideways to the floor and it was then I saw it. Next to my dad’s
hand, scrawled in his blood, he’d written two words.

JE hide

JE. Those were my initials. Juliette Emilie. Why would he
write my initials in his blood and the word “hide” right after them? The “e” on
the end of hide was barely formed, as if it took all of his effort to complete
it. Oh, Jesus. Oh, God. He must’ve known something. He was telling me to hide.
Hide from what? What did he know? Did he know who did this to them? And if so,
were they looking for me now? Oh, shit. If so, I needed to get out of here. But
where would I go?

Sometimes a sense of intuition seeps into you and you have
no idea where it came from. At that very moment, something settled over me and
I crawled toward my dad, reached for his arm, and using his sleeve, I dragged
it through the blood to smear the words he’d written. Scrambling to my feet, making
sure I avoided any of the congealing blood, and nearly crashing back to the
floor several times, I staggered out the door to my car. My hands shook so
violently I couldn’t put the key in the ignition. It took several stabs until I
was successful, but I roared out of the driveway, tires squealing. It was a
battle to stay conscious as I fought hyperventilation, but I did. My brain was
scrambled eggs. I didn’t know what to do or where to go. Shit! My family had
been mutilated and my dad left me a message in his own blood that told me to
hide! That meant I couldn’t call my friends. That meant I was alone. I slammed
my hands against the steering wheel. What the fuck was I going to do?

I couldn’t think straight. Images of my butchered family
kept speeding through my head. My hand clenched my hair, grasping a handful of
it. I wanted to rip every damn strand of it out. I screamed as loud as I could
as I drove. Then it hit me. I needed money. Dad always said he kept an
emergency stash of cash in his safe. That’s where I needed to go.

My dad didn’t believe in keeping his valuables at home. Dad
was a gemologist and owned a jewelry store. He always said that keeping his
safe at an obscure location was a much smarter place for it than storing it at
home. My next stop was a storage facility where dad kept the safe. He’d chosen
a facility that wasn’t under surveillance—one that didn’t attract attention. If
you ask me, it looked sketchy, but he said that was the idea. No one would ever
think he’d be foolish enough to keep a safe there.

I drove to the location and it was dark and creepy. Under
usual circumstances I would’ve been fine, but I was so freaked out and
panic-driven, I wasn’t sure I could make myself get out of the car. I knew I
needed cash to go on, so I had no choice. The more I thought about it, using my
credit cards wouldn’t be an option. If Dad told me to hide, then whoever did
this would probably know when and if I used them. Then a new surge of fear
almost did me in. What if they followed me? What if they were watching the
house? I craned my neck to see if there was anyone about, but nothing appeared
out of the ordinary, so I opened the storage unit door and went inside. I ran
to Dad’s unit, unlocked the combination lock, and lifted the door. It was noisy
and made me even more jittery. After I pulled the string that turned on the
overhead light, I noticed the only thing in the unit was the safe. He used to
keep odds and ends in here, but they had all been removed. I didn’t spend time
thinking about it, but went directly to the safe, unlocked it, and dumped the
contents of it in an empty duffle bag I had in my car. Not even sparing a
second to see what was inside, I closed everything back up and was back behind
the wheel in minutes.

With my heart still clanging my chest, I headed toward the
interstate, to an unknown destination. Then a thought hit me. GPS! My cell
phone. It had GPS. Could I be tracked? I couldn’t remember. I would dump it
anyway, just to be on the safe side. But I had to delete everything on it, as
in my contacts or they could find me through my friends. Shit, shit, shit!

“Calm down! Think, think, think, Jules.”

I wasn’t cut out for this. I was twenty-two years old and
had just graduated from college with a degree in computer science for crying
out loud. Coming up with a safe house wasn’t in my repertoire. So I did the
only thing I could think of. I drove to the most obvious place—the police
station. I even thought about walking inside and reporting what I’d found, but
a voice in the back of my brain advised me against it. Again, call it
intuition. As I sat in the parking lot, I quickly did a mass delete on all my
contacts, and texts. Then I drove to a dumpster, where I ran over my phone
several times, effectively crushing it, before tossing it inside.

Not much later I was on I-10 headed west to an unknown
destination. In less than an hour, my life had taken a one hundred and eighty
degree turn. I had just driven this way as I came home from LSU, in tears
because I was leaving my friends behind. Now I was in tears for a much more
compelling reason. My family had been slaughtered in our own home and the
carnage left behind would haunt my waking and sleeping hours until the day I
died. Forcing back the tears that threatened to overcome me, I drove on. I
needed to push it all aside and figure out a plan. If I didn’t, I feared I
would be in the same situation as they were. I had to pull off the road a few
times when my sobs and tears made it impossible to see or drive. But later, my
vision blurred for a different reason—exhaustion. It was right before midnight
when I checked into a Days Inn outside of Houston, Texas. I paid for the room
in cash and took the duffle bag I filled in the storage unit, along with my
overnight bag in the room. I was thirsty and should’ve been hungry, but the
contortions in my guts were so damned awful, I knew I’d never be able to
swallow a bite.

Once settled, I dug out the contents of the duffle bag. As
expected, there was a lot of cash. I counted over fifty thousand. That was good
and bad. Good, because I would need the money to survive on for who knew how
long. Bad, because I would have to be very careful. Carrying that much cash was
dangerous. There was also a metal box that contained loose diamonds. What I
would do with those, I had no clue. I would hide them somewhere and figure that
out at a later time. Then I found an unusual necklace. It was a black metal
chain and some kind of odd-looking gemstone—one I had never seen before. With
it was a folded up note in a strange script. I couldn’t read it, but there were
also notes in my father’s handwriting. His notes read:

Necklace brought in by customer and left with me. Unknown
substance. Never before seen. Checked all data entries to date and could not
identify. Customer also gave me the untranslatable note. Took to linguistics
professor at Tulane and he was unfamiliar with the language. Predates anything
he’d ever seen. My best guess—some ancient tribal torque. Stone seems to pick
up unusual traits when exposed to heat, cold, darkness and light.

And that was it. There was also a Bible with it and a few
passages marked. That wasn’t surprising since my dad was a very spiritual man.

But then as I was putting everything away, a small slip of
thick paper fell out of the Bible. All it said was:

To the keeper: wear at all times. Let not it fall into false
hands lest ye face universal destruction.

The handwriting was odd and not my father’s. What did this
mean? Why was it so important to wear this all the time? And if it were so important
to be worn, what was it doing in my father’s safe, obviously not being worn by anyone? What did it
mean by false hands? And where did Dad get this? And why wasn’t he able to
identify the stone? He was a gemologist, for crying out loud. He should’ve been
able to identify any kind of stone. So many damn unanswered questions. I looked
at the paper again. It was yellowed and thick, like old parchment. The letters
were drawn and looked more like symbols, now that I inspected it more closely.
What did this mean? As my fingers brushed across the surface of the paper, I
found that it wasn’t really paper at all, but a type of stiff cloth. I lifted
it up to the light, not quite sure what I was searching for. As I stared at it,
something seemed to go in and out of focus. I blamed it on my sleep-deprived
state. I’d been up late the night before, partying with my friends. And now
dealing with this, my brain was not functioning properly. I knew I needed to
crash, but I doubted I could actually sleep. I decided to turn on the TV and
see if a movie might lull me into a calm enough state.

I drifted off and woke up about five-thirty. As I lay there,
I thought I heard someone sneaking around in my room. I quickly turned the
light on and didn’t breathe easy until I made sure I was safe. Since I was
awake, I grabbed my computer and got on the hotel’s internet. I immediately
checked the New Orleans news and saw there were no murders reported. Since it
was still early, no one had probably realized my family had even been killed.
The idea that they were gone brought another round of body-racking sobs, but I
forced them back. I couldn’t let myself grieve for them, as much as I wanted
to. I couldn’t let myself curl up in that tiny ball and wither away, even
though that’s what I wanted. They wouldn’t want that. They would want me to
push on and survive. So that’s what I did. I came up a plan. I would drive to
Oklahoma City. It seemed like an obscure enough of a town, and no one I knew
would ever think to look for me there because I didn’t know a soul in Oklahoma.
I stopped in Dallas for a couple of hours and made it to Oklahoma City by mid
afternoon, where I got a room at a Hampton Inn.

After I checked in, I took a badly needed shower. Luckily
enough, I had organized and packed my bags for vacation, so all my stuff was in
one suitcase. After my shower, I got on the hotel internet again to check the
New Orleans news. I was shocked to see there were no reports of my family’s
murder. What was going on? Why wouldn’t someone have called it in? My dad owned
a jewelry store and my mom worked there with him. Surely someone had noticed
they hadn’t opened in the last day. What was going on? I came up with all sorts
of weird explanations, but none of them were solid. And then there were my sister’s
friends. Why hadn’t they come around and reported it? None of this added up.
Maybe I was wrong to have run the way I did. Maybe I should’ve stayed and
called the police. But Dad’s note was clearly meant for me. He wouldn’t have
written it in his own blood as he died, if he didn’t think I was in danger.

I needed a reality check. Was my mind lucid? I went back and
ticked through the facts as I remembered them. Left school and all was fine.
Talked to my mom that morning and texted her in the afternoon as I was leaving.
Got home to a macabre scene. Found Dad’s note next to his body, telling me to
hide. Left home and went to the storage unit to retrieve the contents of his
safe. Then I hit the road. How could I not be lucid? I was as sane as ever.

Then something nagged at me. I grabbed my computer and
Googled Dad’s jewelry store. Nothing came up. That was odd. He’d had a website
forever. I revamped it two years ago and would help him whenever he had issues
with it. I just did maintenance on the thing a month ago. His business
should’ve come up in a Google search. Next I entered his website’s address,
which was only his business’ name. That directed me to a search page, as if the
website didn’t exist. I knew the website existed, damn it. What the hell
was going on here? So I tried it again and the same thing happened. I entered
“Bressan’s Gems” into Google again. Nothing showed up. It was as if the store
had never existed. I went to Yellow Pages to look them up. There was no
listing. Okay, this was really weirding me out. How could that be? How could
all this be wiped out in a matter of a couple of days? A business can’t just
disappear. That’s not possible.

Or is it? Whoever killed my parents must have ties to the
government or someone really powerful to be able to do something like that. You
can’t erase stuff from the internet like that. Not unless you know people.
Powerful people. Shit.I’m in deep ass trouble. What the hell
did my dad do? Who was he mixed up with? Was he involved in diamond smuggling
or something? I couldn’t believe my dad would do anything like that. Dad was as
honest as the day is long. He and Mom emphasized that no matter what, never
ever lie. No, Dad wouldn’t do anything illegal. This was something else. And I
wasn’t sure I wanted to find out.

I slammed my computer shut, packed up my stuff, and left. I
needed to get the hell out of there. If they were tracking anyone Googling the
store, they could track the IP address where I Googled it from. I had no time
to spare.

Nine hours later, I pulled into Albuquerque, New Mexico.
There would be no hotel for me this time. Instead, I headed to an outdoor and
camping store and purchased a tent, sleeping bag, and sleeping pad. I also
bought a bunch of other equipment, such as a lantern, cooler, and items one
would need for camping. Dad used to take us camping when we were young, so I
was familiar with the basics of it. Then I asked the sales clerk where a good
campground was. He gave me several options and off I went. That tent became my
temporary home. During the evening, I also devised a new a plan. I didn’t know
if I could pull it off, but if I knew if I didn’t, I would most likely die
because I had no doubt the people who killed my family would find and kill me
too. It was a huge risk, and I would have to be as convincing as I’d ever been,
but if it worked, it would be the key to saving my life.

Today is the release day blitz for ALWAYS YOURS, BABY by Airicka Phoenix. This is a new adult, standalone novel that is the 4th book in The Baby Saga. Check out the materials below for buy links, an excerpt, and a giveaway!

BOOK BLURB:

How could someone so pure want filth like him?

Damon Comb was no stranger to pain, hunger, loneliness, and abandonment. Being given a family that would die for one another didn’t erase six years of torture. It didn’t take away the nightmares. She did. She was everything someone like him should never be allowed. She was goodness and strength and she made him human.

How could someone so broken complete her?

Willa McClain had it all, a family that adored each other, the love of an entire town and a future she worked her butt off to get. But all she wanted was the boy with the sad blue eyes and the crooked smile. He was her best friend, her protector and the only one who really understood her.

How could a love like theirs be extinguished?

But nothing ever lasted forever. Damon knew better than anyone how quickly the tides could change. Can he keep his past at bay before it consumes the only light in his dark world? Can he finally tell Willa the truth, or will his fears tear them apart forever?

How could love so strong ever fail?

EXCERPT:

She beamed, but it didn’t go all the way to her eyes like it normally would. There were lingering fingers of shadow along the edges that prickled his attention.

“What?”

“Does it feel different?” she asked.

He hooked her hair with a finger and dragged them back behind her ear.

“Does what feel different?”

“Us,” she whispered. “I feel like it should feel different, but I feel the same.”

He hummed quietly, knowing full well what she meant.

“How do you want to feel?”

“Like this,” she said immediately, eyes growing urgent. “I love the way I feel when I’m with you. I don’t ever want that to change. But I have been so scared for so long that I just … I wasn’t expecting to feel exactly how I always felt.”

He let his fingers ghost along the elegant curve of her brow, down the lines of her face to the hollow of her cheek. He watched as her eyes closed and her head tilted into the touch.

“How have you always felt?” he wondered, his voice constricting with the band that had tightened around his chest at the simple gesture.

“Loved.” Her eyes opened and met his. “Wanted, happy, excited. A little sad.”

He felt his muscles stiffen at the confession. “Why sad?”

“Because I know one lifetime with you won’t be enough and it kills me.” Her eyes bore into his, reflecting the fear she spoke of. “I can’t lose you, Damon. I’d never survive.”

He kissed her gently on the mouth with one hand lifting up to cup the back of her head. He pulled back a second later before caution could be thrown to the winds and he started something he would be powerless to stop.

“You will never lose me,” he promised. “I won’t ever let that happen.”

BUY LINKS:

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Airicka Phoenix is a romance junkie with an incurable addiction to chocolate. She is also a prolific author of several novels written for young adult and new adult romance addicts who love bad boys, hot kisses and a gritty plot. Airicka prides herself in producing quality material her readers can fall in love with again and again.

When she’s not hard at work bleeding words onto paper, Airicka can be found cuddling with her family, reading, watching TV shows, or just finding excuses not to do chores.

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Blurb:Love has no expiration.The morning Beth packed her bags and walked out of Cole’s life was the day he swore the only girl for him would be the six year old who called him daddy. He didn’t have time for love, not between raising his baby girl and trying to figure out what the hell he was going to do with his life. But fate has a funny way of coming around and kicking you when you least expect it. Cole’s new life was no exception.

As a product of a severely broken home, Beth Doan knew better than to ever get married. She’d seen what that commitment did to people and she loved Cole McClain too much to let marriage destroy them. But the minute she boards that bus she knew she was making the biggest mistake of her life. Only maybe she wasn’t, not when she goes running back home to the only man she ever loved and finds him in the arms of another woman.

When an unexpected accident throws them together four years later, the last thing either anticipated was to become responsible for a little person who needs them a whole lot more than they need their bitterness and hurt feelings. Can Cole and Beth forgive and forget long enough to save the life of a child neither one of them predicted falling in love with?

“I knew the moment I gave in to pursuing Selene that trouble would follow me. It always does. I should have resisted.”

Remington St. Germain is at a crossroads. He can either go after the one person who makes him feel as if he matters—the only person to ever calm the demons that roam his mind—or forget about her. The latter is not an option, even though there is a chance she might reject him. But, damn it all to hell, he will convince her. He has to. Otherwise, he will be right back where he was before she came into his life.

Selene Michaels’ stay in Paris is only temporary. She shouldn’t get too attached to Remington and his son, Adrien. But, Remington makes her feel alive and reckless, and Adrien makes her loss almost bearable. They complete her. She has a feeling there is more to Remington than a doting single father and her overprotective Prince Charming. Besides, the risk of being with them still looms closeby and she will do anything to keep them safe.

Sometimes life gives you a second chance. But what happens when danger threatens that chance?

My Review: 5 out of 5 stars

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
SO MUCH LOVE

Oh my jeez

Okay so First off: This is a second in a serial please be aware while I will not spoil what happens in this part I probably will have to spoil a little from the first part 😉

Second off: This was given to me as an ARC courtesy of the author in exchange for an honest review, and honesty is what I do.

Song Choice: “One and Only” by Adele – oh yeah its Adele worthy, “Ain’t No Sunshine” by Bill Withers

First Thoughts: I LOVED THIS I was so eager to get my grubby little paws on this after the ending of the first one, I Was no disappointed and now i am left with the same feeling of longing and needing the last part. Because seriously- AHHHAMAZING I love the relationship between Remington and Selene so beautiful and raw.

Thoughts on Plot: I love this one as much – if not – more than the first part. I think that Autumn really brought this one to a whole new level. Remington was not going to let Selene go so easily, i think we all knew that. Selene also couldn’t let Remington and Adrien go so easily either. I love the development of all the relationships in this book and also the brief glimpses of new characters – new books? hmm hmmm hmmmmm? hehehe anyways. The plot was nicely paced, with oh so steamy scenes that will leave you panting and desperate for more, and this mysterious stalker coming and when they will strike and what they will do will leave you on the edges of your seats. I thought i would be able to savor this and just enjoy it….nope nope nope I read it fast fiercely and practically just gobbled it right up.

Remington: He loves fiercely, and he fights for what he wants. There is so much more to him that we learn in this part that he becomes so much a deeper character. I adore him. I was in love with him in book one but now…jeez there is no going back. #teamRemington even though there is no need for teams XD

Selene: She is strong, independent and not perfect but that is quite fucking alright. Once you read this you will understand and then you will think about it and makes you go all swoony like nom-mie ^.^

Blurb:Two brothers. One impossible choiceFrom the moment her suspicions are confirmed, Lily knows she’s screwed. What the hell is a nineteen year old with no future going to do with a baby? She can barely take care of herself. She needs help.

In walks Sloan McClain, the only man Lily has ever truly wanted — and the brother of the boy whose baby she’s carrying. While Lily expects a great number of outcomes when she tells Sloan her news, him proposing marriage and asking her to keep the baby is not one of them, especially not when she has every intention of giving the baby a better future by giving it the home she can’t.

Having spent the majority of his life protecting his brother from the bone-breaking fists of their father, Sloan is no stranger to hardship, loss and abandonment. He has learned long ago never to rely on anyone to take care of what was his, and that baby is his. He isn’t about to let Lily give away his family, nor can he allow that child to destroy the future he has built for Cole. His only option: marry the mother and claim the baby as his.

But no secret ever stays hidden forever.

International Bestselling author Airicka Phoenix lives in a world where unicorns, fairies and mermaids run amok through her home on a daily basis. When she’s not chasing after pixies and rounding up imps, also known as her four children, she can be found conjuring up evil villains, bad-ass heroines and swoon-worthy heroes to play with. Airicka is singlehandedly responsible for her greatly anticipated collections,

**The Mommy Porn Chronicles follow the women of the Mommy Porn Book Club as they turn their secret Kindle-fueled fantasies into scorching realities.**

Sarah and her husband are in a long time lull. Missionary sex, twice a month has become their norm and Sarah escapes nightly into her sexy Kindle reads to experience the passion her marriage no longer has. One day her husband discovered exactly what she had been reading and all bets were off.

Warning: If you are under 18 this is NOT for you!!! If you are over 18 and are easily freaked out by masturbation, voyeurism, sex shops, married people having crazy hot sex, soaking wet panties and sexual tension that makes you want, no need to get your own bit of heat, then DO NOT read this book.

My Review: 5 out of 5 stars

This book was…wow. Sexy as hell with a lot of heart.

I am going to be perfectly honest, I don’t usually run towards the erotica genre because I want the heart and the romance, and all the gooey-mushy-stuff. I get that eroticas do that, but its usually found after all the sex and well I am weird. So sue me. We all have preferences but this was awesome. I am not married, i am not in a relationship but I connected with the characters, I understood the basic needs and the non-so-basic but still there needs.

A whole fucking week of fore-play, yeah i would have died more power to you Sarah cause you made it through ❤ You go girlfriend! I also have to admit I had a terrible first experience with BDSM book-wise and it turned me off from the scene completely for a really long time, I think this book did a good job of getting me semi-okay with it again and I will be willing to try it in the future. I know that sounds bad but its true. I think that the relationship between Sarah and Victor was sweet, but sexy as hell. I really think this is a must read for anyone, even if you are not an erotica reader, this was totally worth it. I am looking forward to seeing more from Ever Coming ❤

Selene Michaels is determined to never let anyone make her feel inferior again. After a painful divorce, she finds herself in Paris on a working holiday, hopeful that this will be the opportunity she has been waiting for. She intends to have fun and maybe find someone to flirt with; someone who will show her a good time, treat her right, and awaken her to all she has been missing. What she does not expect to find is Remington St. Germain and his adorable son, Adrien. Remington is intense, devastatingly hot and a Prince Charming on the outside, but a dirty talking, insatiable devil behind closed doors—the opposite of the man she has been hoping for—and not the type to give up on something that he wants. Selene soon realizes that life with Remington is not only interesting, but adventurous. It’s dangerous, and she’s about to find out how dangerous. . . if she is brave enough to take a chance.

**Havoc is the first installment in a three-part serial. The next two parts, Obliterate and Mend will be released January 2015 and February 2015 respectively.***

Autumn Grey is the author of the soon to be released contemporary romance, Havoc, Obliterate, Mend (Havoc series). And just like her characters, she is quirky, sometimes funny and definitely flawed. She writes sexy contemporary romances full of drama, steamy kisses and happy ever afters.

First Warning: I was given this as an ARC in exchange for an honest review, and honesty is what I do.

Second Warning: This is a novella, which is part one of three so my review might be a little different

Song Choice: “I’ll Be Waiting” by Adele (no i am not being funny – read the book you will get it 😉 ), “Sideways” by Citizen Cope

First thoughts: Autumn Grey writes amazingly elegant characters, they are refined, gorgeous, raw and utterly amazing. They pull you into their story and demand to be heard until the book is finished. This isn’t an author telling their stories, its the characters telling us.

Thoughts on Plot: So contemporary isn’t my normal cup of tea, its not that i hate it, i just sometimes get bored *shrugs* we all have preferences, but this, wow. seriously, wow. Kept my attention and made me practically PANTING to get back to it. The story was wonderful, I loved learning about these two stories. They both have a little darkness in their past and there is so much more to learn, so much more to happen! AHHHHH WHAT I AM SAYING IS PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING HOLY GIVE ME THE NEXT ONE WOMAN! i mean.. *clears throat* I am professional, *nods* yeah… sure WHATEVER 😉 hahaha okay but seriously this was awesome

Selene: In true Autumn fashion, her main character is not only elegant, a true woman, but fierce, strong a joy to read. I really loved Selene, she was pretty awesome, though she sees herself as weak at some points i see the complete opposite. She is seriously amazing, i love the confidence and love that she has for her own skin and body. There are still insecurities because of her past but she mostly has her head held high and she is ready for anything even Remington – and with a name like that you KNOW he is hot as hell

Remington: Oh yeah, hot as hell. this is a man of mystery with a lot of sexual energy just surrounding him. he is *fans self* quite the book boyfriend if this man is real can someone PLEASE point him in my direction! I am not hard to miss i have my arms waving frantically and lust in my eyes 😉 hahahah okay serious time, I think he was super hot, so alpha without being annoying alpha. nommie nommie…..this just got awkward didn’t it?

Prepare yourself for this emotional roller coaster! You will laugh, cry, and want to slap the shit out of Ryan Rayner…and his wife just might let you!

Synopsis

Via is a strong woman who doesn’t take crap from anyone, not even her own husband!

The newly married couple, Ryan and Olivia Rayner, settle into their lives together and are thrown into an emotional whirlwind that pushes Ryan into seeking outside help from an old friend. As Via and Ryan embark on their new adventure, retired actors Ryan and Melanie Carlisle (Secrets Revealed) enter their lives in the most unexpected way. The Carlisle’s have been forced out of retirement and the Rayner’s are just the ticket they need to teach them how to be Dom/Sub. Ryan & Via must prove that their marriage is more than just pleasure for the sadistic. As the Carlisle’s begin to accept them as normal, someone from both of the couple’s past has made an unpleasant return. Via and Melanie are then forced to work together in order to save their husband’s lives.

After this major scare of almost losing her husband, there couldn’t possibly be more drama in their lives. Could there?

Shortly after saving her husband’s ass, Via soon unravels a secret she never suspected Ryan would carry. A secret so wet and juicy that it will leave you so…well…wet and juicy! Will Ryan’s exposed secret be the beginning to the end of his marriage?

Set through the eyes of Via, readers will enjoy every moment. They will laugh, cry, and fall in love with the dynamic duo. Via & Ryan’s story is guaranteed to be full of surprises that will fill the hearts of readers.

Did I mention the sex scenes are so hot, they could melt the ink off of the pages of Fifty Shades?!

His eyes glowered at me and I could feel the mood in the atmosphere shift.

Ah-ha! There is the man I married!

“I beg your pardon, Mrs. Rayner?” the tone of his voice sharper now.

If he thinks that I am going to tuck my tail between my legs and let his growling intimate me, he has another thing coming!

“Your stubborn ass heard me…this is a girls-only adventure.” I told him, not backing down from his tone.

AUTHOR BIO

My resume goes beyond author. I have a mini-me daughter, Viola-Charlotte, who is three-years-old with plenty of attitude. My publishing company, Lock & Key Publications, launched this year. I wanted to branch out my skills in the book publishing world. I live in a scarcely small town surrounded by my crazy family. When I make myself take a break from the book world (which is rare), I like to treat myself out to a movie or dinner with friends where I may or may not be chatting about upcoming book projects. 😀

My name is Morgan Sinclare. My father is a United States Senator. He’s kept me locked away for most of my life in private all-girl schools, in our home. But I just heard what he has planned for me. He’s sold my hand to the highest bidder. I’m supposed to marry one of his friends, someone twice my age. I’m biding my time, acting like the giddy bride-to-be, like the dutiful daughter.

We are to elope as soon as possible to seal the deal. I acted devastated that I wouldn’t get my dream wedding, so they’re letting me choose the honeymoon location. I’ve always heard that Las Vegas is a magical place. And I think it’s time I disappear…

**Parts 1-5 of the serial series Sin by Casey L. Bond.

~*~*~please note, this is my overall review of the entire collection~*~*~

My Review: 5 out of 5 stars

My God this was amazing
I ate this up like candy
I was addicted to it
I had to have the next part (this was originally published as a serial)
Wonderful, absolutely wonderful.

Song Choice: “I Will Possess Your Heart” by Death Cab For Cutie, “Hold On, We Are Going Home” by Drake, “Addicted To Love” by Florence and the Machine

First Thoughts: I am infatuated with Casey L. Bond, she is a master with words, characters, and stories that not only threaten, but promise to keep you hooked until the very last page and still begging for more. I ate these serials up like candy and I am a candy-holic, its a problem. I am not usually one who reads contemporary fiction because i have a preference towards paranormal, but my – oh – my its books/authors like these that make me willing to try it out.

Thoughts on Plot: This was original – at least from my take on it, I did say earlier I am not a huge contemporary fiction reader so maybe its not for some but for me it was. I loved that Shane was an MMA fighter, I am not sure what I really expecting from him but wow he blew me away – we will get to that soon, I loved the pace of this book. I read this as the serials but to be honest it felt like i was reading as a novel because i wanted until all pieces were out and I am glad I did, i am not going to lie I think i would have died waiting for the next piece of this story! It was truly addicting. My heart was racing practially throughout the whole book I just had to know what was going to happen wait. The suspense for me was there, when was this mysterious Johnny going to strike, when was Sin’s (Morgan’s) past catch up to her because I Was certain it was. And boy was I right! There are so many twist and turns in this book you will be wondering which way is up and what way is left because omg, amazing. Sure I caught a few things before they happens but mostly I didn’t. I loved the ride anyways! Romance, suspense, thrills, sexy-as-hell MMA fighter? Yes please!

Characters:
My thoughts and casting – note: i don’t do casting often

Moran aka Sin:

Shane:

Morgan: She was feisty, while yeah she was little sheltered and didn’t know a few things, she was strong and kept going. She fought hard and wanted to know what was happening. She didn’t need anyone to save her because she could save herself, but if she fell and needed help she was willing to accept it. I really enjoyed her character, i think she was an awesome MC and I did really enjoy reading her story

Shane: MMA fighter, scruff, gray eyes, and a bad attitude, sign me up 😉 hehehe but in all seriousness, he was a great Male lead, while he had moments where i wanted to punch him, he was mysterious, sexy as hell, demanding, very alpha *mmmmeeooow 😉 * anywayyys now that i done being creepy. Great character to fall in love with ^.^

Check out my short individual reviews of each part at the following links: